Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 517: Passed the Age of Falling in Love

When did Sylvan Cheney become so shameless?

“Jasy, if you really want to reclaim it, I’m ready anytime, for free.”

Sylvan Cheney leaned in towards her face, his lips mischievously curved.

Jasmine Yale avoided him: “It’s time for you to leave.”

Sylvan Cheney pecked her cheek: “I’ll pick you up tomorrow for Christmas.”

Having said that, he let go of her.

Once he released her, she dashed into the bathroom like a hare.

He helplessly tugged the corner of his lips as he watched her flee.

Having donned his coat, he left Jasmine Yale’s room.

With a “bang”, the door closed behind him.

Jasmine Yale leaned tiredly against the cold bathroom wall.

Her eyes were filled with exhaustion.

She didn’t know how many more refusals she could afford. She was tired.

Endless maneuvering, endless resistance.

Obsession that simply cannot be cut off, creating a messy situation.

She had loved him once, but now, she couldn’t find a reason to love him anymore.

Jasmine Yale closed her eyes and slowly squatted down.

Being with him was truly unbearable, not enjoyable at all.

Their relationship could no longer revert to what it was three years ago.

Three years ago, just seeing him every day made her happy.

She would be happy whenever he would talk to her or sit with her for a while.

Now, even if he accompanied her to traverse the entire Maple Mountain, or experience the snowfall together, she couldn’t feel a shred of emotion.

The sorrow was even greater than when her love died.

She didn’t even know if she annoyed him again, if he would drag her into the operating room for Yolanda Fern’s surgery.

At that thought, she felt a chill run down her spine.

After what happened in the forest, she only mentioned the surgery once. Nevertheless, despite him forbidding her to mention it again and promising to find a suitable donor for Yolanda Fern, she couldn’t help but worry.

What if they couldn’t find a match?

What if he got tired of her?

Yolanda Fern was his fiancée, he would definitely save her life.

Her relationship with him felt more like a bed-mate than anything else.

The only reason he hadn’t forced himself on her these few times was because she was crying too hard.

Jasmine Yale squatted on the ground with her head buried in her arms.

Soft sobs echoed within the bathroom.

…

The next day was Christmas.

The sky had cleared and the temperature rose abruptly. There was still water on the ground from the night before, but festive vibes wafted in the air.

Sylvan Cheney came to pick her up early in the morning.

He took her to Happy Valley.

Jasmine Yale gave a faint smile: “I’m not a kid anymore, perhaps you should bring Little Chale instead.”

Sylvan Cheney wore a grey casual sweater, standing tall and distinct.

Shedding his usual work seriousness, he seemed much younger in his casual attire.

“Don’t you like this place?”

Sylvan Cheney frowned, he remembered that she used to love such places.

“I’ve outgrown it,” Jasmine Yale said, “Sometimes, when you’re past a certain age, you lose interest.”

Sylvan Cheney caught the undertone in her words and his frown deepened.

“Why not try to love it again? Hm?” Sylvan Cheney asked.

Jasmine Yale didn’t respond. Her gaze was fixated on the far end.

This place had a lot of children.

Especially on days like this, many families would visit.

It was bustling here; people were everywhere.

If Joe Heath were here on this festive day, he’d certainly make her happy.

At the thought, a smile crossed her lips.

Sylvan Cheney turned his head and saw her smiling.

“What are you smiling at?”

Fascinated by her smile, he stared at her for a while.

At his question, Jasmine Yale’s smile faltered.